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“Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Tell me honestly. You’re a pervert who enjoys forcing things, aren’t you?”
“…What?”
Nam Yiwon frowned, if only for a moment. The instant Seungjun witnessed the usually composed man’s bewilderment, a surging thrill coursed through his veins, spreading throughout his entire body.
‘This was it.’
Shaking him by the collar with feigned innocence a hundred times over wouldn’t make the man bat an eye. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and madness for madness.
“You find people who like you boring, don’t you? It’s only when they resist that you get off on relentlessly stalking and tormenting them.”
“……”
“Isn’t your usual move to claim someone, mark them as ‘yours,’ advertise it to the whole neighborhood until they have nowhere left to go, and then devour them whole?”
Nam Yiwon, who had been silently watching, slowly narrowed his eyes. He had realized that Seungjun was recounting the events that had transpired between them.
Anticipating another scathing retort, Seungjun fixed his gaze solely on Nam Yiwon’s lips. The full, crimson lips parted slightly, then finally opened.
“Here he comes.”
Following Nam Yiwon’s gaze beyond the car window, Seungjun saw Oh Munseong approaching in the distance. He quickly closed his mouth and composed his expression.
There was no denying that Oh Munseong was their best option at present, and it was far too late to undo the day’s efforts.
‘Right. For now, I’ll do my best to persuade him.’ Watching Oh Munseong get into the car, Seungjun resolutely steeled his resolve.
“Oh, this really won’t do. Not only did you show up unannounced, but you came to a fan signing event without any prior contact.”
“I clearly told you I wouldn’t do it, so if you act like this, I’ll be in real trouble, you know? Wait a minute, Director Nam, your clothes seem to have changed in the meantime, haven’t they? Am I right?”
Despite his complaining words, Oh Munseong’s expression wasn’t particularly displeased. Given that he playfully pointed out Nam Yiwon’s freshly changed clothes, it seemed he was in a rather good mood.
It appeared he had somewhat enjoyed the fans’ excited anticipation, their eagerness bubbling over. Since Nam Yiwon had caused such a stir as the first in line, the outpouring of attention from the fans queuing behind him must have been immense.
He must have been asked a hundred times if he was doing a drama with Director Nam Yiwon.
‘He’s simpler than I thought; with enough persuasion, he might just come around.’ As Oh Munseong cared most about a project’s success, it was now Nam Yiwon’s turn to make his pitch.
Seungjun nudged Nam Yiwon, signaling him to speak up quickly.
However, Nam Yiwon kept his lips sealed, merely rolling his eyes blankly. His gaze, usually brimming with malice, now held an innocent, guileless flicker as he blinked.
‘This bastard is dumping it on me again.’
“As I told you last time, genre pieces are too difficult for me. My last project, which I suffered through, didn’t do well, so this time I’m just planning on an easy rom-com. Rom-coms aren’t hard, and they tend to do well, so there’s no pressure. To be honest, I’m also reviewing other projects.”
Regardless of Oh Munseong’s long list of reasons for refusal, Nam Yiwon remained preoccupied, feigning disinterest. Unable to bear it any longer, Seungjun leaned his head into the back seat.
“Our drama isn’t simply focused on crime or solving cases; it’s a humanistic story about people’s lives—”
“I understand, but genre shows carry too much risk. It’s either a massive hit or a total flop.”
‘So there are people who worry about failing in front of Nam Yiwon.’ Seungjun shot him a provocative look, hoping to prick his pride and make him speak, but Nam Yiwon still didn’t utter a word.
“If you have nothing more to say, I’ll be going.”
“Wait a minute!”
After desperately grabbing Oh Munseong, who was about to open the door and leave, Seungjun took a shallow breath. He needed to mentally prepare himself to utter these words.
His lips, which had twitched a couple of times, finally parted with difficulty. Annoyance had completely choked him up.
“Well… Director Nam is also involved, so you don’t have to worry too much about those aspects.”
Even as he tried to speak vaguely, his face flushed with heat. The self-loathing he felt in this moment, uttering these words, was far deeper than when he had crouched before Oh Munseong to get an autograph.
Unable to bring himself to look at Nam Yiwon’s face, Seungjun stared intently at Oh Munseong. Oh Munseong clicked his tongue, then replied.
“Of course, I know that. But Director Nam Yiwon isn’t doing this alone, is he? I understand this is your first time co-directing; won’t too many cooks spoil the broth?”
“Director Nam Yiwon’s ideas are freely proposed, and I actively embrace them, so there’s absolutely no risk of co-direction going awry.”
“Rumor has it you two constantly fight. And I heard things were quite fierce at the audition this time, too.”
“Haha. If we truly didn’t get along, would we have pulled off such a delightful stunt today? We even bought 400,000 won worth of tea just to meet you at this fan signing.”
“…You actually bought it yourselves? Wow, that’s honestly quite touching.”
“For the sake of the drama, we’d go to great lengths.”
As he shamelessly played along, even his embarrassment faded. When flattery reached this level, there was no pride left to wound.
True embarrassment only struck when one felt a little shame; at this point, the part of his brain responsible for generating humiliation had overloaded and gone numb.
After personally handing over the script at a fan signing, spending 400,000 won, and even getting an autograph, if the actor still stubbornly refused, he would only be more enraged; therefore, putting in his utmost effort now would leave no room for regret.
Just as Seungjun was pouring every ounce of his energy into flattery, Nam Yiwon abruptly spouted utter nonsense that completely defied the context.
“I tend to come up with ideas rather spontaneously, so many people struggle with my last-minute scripts. Is that perhaps why you’re rejecting the offer?”
‘In a situation where we needed to make the best impression, why bring up last-minute scripts?’ Seungjun quickly retorted.
“Haha, this friend is just being modest. Director Nam frequently proposes fresh ideas, and they’re all too good to simply pass up, resulting in more exciting scenes. I believe his contribution to the work is significant.”
“I’m grateful that PD Baek speaks so highly of me. This time, I’m definitely going to avoid an illogical ending.”
No sooner had Seungjun desperately tried to defend, than Nam Yiwon continued to ramble, one comment after another. ‘Is this bastard trying to get him cast or not?’ Seungjun couldn’t fathom why he was suddenly acting this way after they’d come all this distance.
Seungjun gripped Nam Yiwon’s shoulder tightly and forced a smile onto his lips.
“Illogical, or rather, unconventional, simply means fresh. That’s why people are so enthusiastic about Director Nam’s dramas. This drama will also have no problems with success. Isn’t Director Nam practically a guaranteed hit?”
“Oh, I don’t know, I don’t know. It’s too difficult. I’m not doing it. Contact me if you write a rom-com later.”
As the conversation went back and forth without pause, Oh Munseong grew increasingly confused, eventually shaking his head. ‘Rom-com, my foot.’ Seungjun swallowed a sigh and politely concluded the discussion.
“Then, please think it over and contact us by the end of today—”
“I’m not doing it. Well, I’ll be going now, then? Drive safely!”
Of course, Oh Munseong possessed no such manners. He leaped out of the car, his retreating figure growing smaller as he dashed towards his own van.
Seungjun stared blankly out the window, his mouth agape.
“……”
‘It’s all gone.’
‘This entire day vanished.’
‘My efforts, 400,000 won, even my pride as a PD—all of it.’
“Ha… shit.”
He hunched his head low, pressing both fists firmly into his knees. As the numbness faded, shame, self-loathing, and irritation flooded him all at once.
Between his legs sat 400,000 won worth of chamomile tea. Even if he drank it all, he doubted his frustration would subside.
“I had no idea you thought so highly of me, Senior.”
Even as his mind reeled, Nam Yiwon’s voice reached him. The man offered an embarrassed smile as he looked at Seungjun.
“It was the first time I’d heard such words from you, Senior, so I felt a bit shy… but it felt good. It made me think you secretly acknowledged me, too.”
Seeing him avert his gaze as if genuinely embarrassed, Seungjun’s face burned, feeling as though it might explode. He snapped upright, throwing a knee-kick into the air.
“Hey! You dare say something like that right now? After we came all this way and completely wasted the entire day?!”
“We’ve made a fine mess of things, haven’t we? Care for a bite?”
Nam Yiwon chuckled, then made a call somewhere.
‘Eat porridge? What’s he talking about? Has this bastard finally lost his mind?’ Seungjun watched him in silence.
“Hello, Reporter Lee. This is Director Nam Yiwon.”
‘A reporter? Why a reporter, all of a sudden?’ Seungjun frowned, his ears straining to listen.
“I offered actor Oh Munseong the lead role in my next project. You received the photos, right? Please refer to the photos and the fan reactions on social media for the article. The drama title is
‘What is he talking about?’
He had been glued to his phone the entire time they waited for Oh Munseong; it seemed he had contacted a reporter in the interim. Actor Oh Munseong had firmly stated his refusal until the very end, but if it was reported as ‘highly likely to happen,’ the news would spread as if it were already confirmed. What was he planning?
Suddenly, a sense of déjà vu washed over Seungjun, and he frowned. This felt all too familiar; the initial reason he and Nam Yiwon had become entangled was precisely this kind of maneuver.
An article written in a definitive tone, stating that they were discussing co-directing.
‘Back then, did that scoundrel also leak information to a reporter like this? Something like, ‘PD Baek Seungjun? Yes, I think he’ll probably do it’?”
“Oh Munseong said he wouldn’t do it. How could you put out an article?”
Seungjun pressed him the moment Nam Yiwon hung up. It wasn’t difficult to empathize with Oh Munseong’s likely bewilderment, so Seungjun’s voice rose as if it were his own predicament. Nam Yiwon started the car and looked out. He seemed indifferent to anything beyond his driving. He slowly replied as he exited the parking lot.